And it was exhausting. More than I would have ever believed. Actually writing the book was a long and arduous process, perhaps compounded by the fact that it was about my own life and I didn’t always want to re-live some parts of the story. It’s also extremely hard to be objective about your own
I carry a notebook with me almost everywhere I go. I see each one filled as a new chapter completed. This one began in Nepal and ended in the US with the election. Here are some excerpts… — What is life? Life is the capacity for growth. It is our ability and desire to improve.
This is the prologue to my book-in-progress “Illegal.” It will be published in the 2014 UEA MA Creative Writing Anthology, out this week.
Grad school has been taking larger than usual chunks of my time lately. I’m also committed to updating this blog fairly consistently, so I’ll combine those things and list longer projects I’m working on for Grad school. – Post-war Nicaragua through the lens of conversations with a drug addicted gang member and a Christian revolutionary;
This is an excerpt from my book-in-progress. I am describing some volunteer work I did in Ecuador. All the children knew I was different, but some couldn’t quite grasp the concept. “Are you going to your country now?” one boy asked when I walked my bike out of the building, getting ready to leave
Memoir is the journey from protagonist to narrator and the distance between the two propel the book forward. I am only now beginning to understand this. All along I have been writing memoir like novel, trying to show arc solely within the protagonist. Writing is incredibly humbling because you are constantly realizing that there is